BurningbirdAnother e.e. cummings poem has been coming to mind lately, spurred on by the discussions about the ‘proper’ amount of sorrow we should feel at the loss of the Columbia crew. Proper sorrow. What is that? I do not know what proper sorrow is. cummings once said: We do not believe in ourselves until someone […]
Summary: I seldom write about poets, preferring to leave this genre to others better suited. But the talk yesterday about the shuttles and Hubble and Chandra, and of stars and black holes and other aspects of astrophysics, brought to mind one of my favorite poems, Space being(don’t forget to remember)Curved, by e.e. Cummings I seldom […]
I stated once before that if an anonymous commenter wrote something against other commenters who at least left their names, or made comments I felt to be racist, sexist, or bigoted, I would pull the comments. I pulled a comment this morning that was all three. I won’t pull a comment — even one bigoted, […]
If we look hard enough, we can find the lowest common denominator among us, and we can beat down the peaks and fill in the valleys and take comfort in the sameness among us. And one spark of beauty, one ray of true art, can multiply, like the loaves and the fishes, to feed the […]
Archived with comments at the Wayback Machine Dan Gillmor wrote about the following in today’s eJournal: Obviously we need to find out what went wrong, if we can, before sending the shuttles back up. But I fear this accident (assuming that’s what it is, as is almost surely the case) will instead be a justification for […]